Thursday, May 27, 2021

Premonition: A Personal Story

 

What exactly is a promotion?

It’s a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant like "he had a premonition of imminent disaster."

This unexplained phenomenon can be in the form of what science calls a premonitory dream. This happens when our brain works on an idea, and after a few days, it materializes in real life. People with this ability are more susceptible to unexplained events, more intuitive, and they are more open-minded.

That is what exactly happened to a friend of mine who I will call Mia.

Mia lives outside of Philadelphia in a first floor apartment that was converted from an old Victorian house. Many old Victorian homes have three stories and many rooms so to accommodate the large families of the past.

It is only natural outcome in today's society with many reduced family sizes and a struggling economic picture that many of these homes are very costly to upkeep; so many of them have been made into several apartments that still keep their great charm and style.



Mia moved into her quaint apartment two years ago and met her neighbors that were on the second and third floors. Her third floor apartment neighbor turned out to be a 30 something young woman who lived on her own, didn't seem to have a job, spent a great deal of her time in her apartment except for her mother picking her up for grocery shopping and taking long walks in the back of the property's large back yard that bordered a wooded pathway. She was a pleasant person who kept to herself but seemed to look for companionship when Mia was out in the back yard with her dog. In fact she would pull up a chair and encourage Mia's dog to come to her with a delicious treat. Mia thought she seemed lonely and was glad she felt comfortable with her dog. All seemed well for a time.

Then, one cold, Sunday morning Mia had a disturbing dream. She had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. A thought came to her mind that said, “I am not going to be alive by this evening".

Mia was startled and concerned by the thought but nevertheless had to go to work. In her travels she remained super cautious driving and then when crossing the street to her place of work. The day proceeded without incident and she came home safely that night. She noticed a light on her neighbor’s third floor apartment as she approached her own door as heavy snow started to fall.

She awoke to a loud knock on her door the next morning and was surprised to see a police officer standing in the hallway. He asked if the shovel outside the house was hers and could he borrow it?

Mia looked out the window to see several police cars outside the house and a commotion in the back yard. Then she saw a coroner’s truck pull up. Frightened, Mia called the landlord and asked if she knew what was going on?

Apparently, Mia’s third floor neighbor did not answer her mother’s numerous phone calls Sunday and had left her apartment sometime in the middle of the night without a coat or shoes and wandered back to the wooded path in the snow. In fact, they were now digging her out of the snow covering. She was deceased.



The police were not sure if she had committed suicide or that after taking medication she became disoriented and was sleep walking outside.  

Mia was beside herself!  Had she somehow tapped into this poor young woman’s thoughts the morning before her death?  How else could she explain the thoughts that occurred to her that morning?

She now felt guilt that perhaps she had known more she could have maybe prevented her neighbor’s death. When she called me to tell me this sad story and her feelings of guilt I could only reassure her that she was not at fault. No one was responsible for the young woman’s untimely death but the young woman. We could only wish that now the woman was at peace.

Needless to say my friend is looking to move as she cannot bear to look at the top floor apartment without remembering the tragic incident. Also, she told the police to keep her shovel.

 

 

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